That night, Madam Ruan strongly insisted that Mo Xiuzhi sleep in her room, just to prevent her from sneaking out to meet Scholar Mo in secret. She also felt profound regret for not having raised Mo Xiuzhi properly before, as a girl's most important assets are her chastity and reputation. Before marrying, one should never easily give their body to a man; otherwise, it's too easy to fall into an abyss.
"Mother, do you think this rotten bed board can fit both of us?" Mo Xiuzhi was utterly unwilling, and as she spoke, she looked up at the moon already climbing over the treetops—Brother Xing must be anxiously waiting in the grove.
"Don't look, even if you keep looking, you can't go," Madam Ruan said after applying medicinal ointment. The swelling in her wounds had subsided quite a bit, and she finally had some spirit, her speech becoming clearer.
"Mother, why are you being like this?"